Proving Points

"Brett... Daisy's eyes stung, then flooded with tears.

Brett looked as wounded and confused as she felt.

"You’re breaking my heart." She told him.

Releasing her wrists, he stepped back and swept her up in his arms, carrying her out of his office and down the hallway to a closed door.

"Turn the knob," he said quietly.

They entered a candlelit room that still smelled faintly of new paint. For a few seconds Daisy wondered what they were doing in the room. The walls were painted greyish-white and the curtains were fluffy and white, the same designs she had in her room. The bed frame and foam same size and design as the one in her apartment.

"What are we doing here, Brett?"

He set her down, but kept an arm around her. I designed the room to share a few similarities to the room in your apartment.

"Why?" She asked as the thought that he probably did that to prevent her from witnessing his nightmares crossed her mind, shattering her heart further.

She felt like they were drifting furt